Twenty-Nine #2
I cup his face and press my lips to his again, our chests touching as my hands roam along the contours of his sculpted torso, up his arms, anchoring myself to him.
Mine. He’s mine. I feel so utterly desired, and it’s chaotically healing.
“I want you, Liam. All of you, please,” I whisper in his ear.
“There’s no going back, Sara. After this, you’re mine,” he says, watching me, and I nod.
“I’ve already been yours, Liam.” I confess, a tear running down my cheek.
With a movement lighting up every goosebump, he reaches around my neck and unzips my dress open, carefully lowering it down and shoving it in the grass.
Eliciting a moan from deep within me as his hand finds my breast, and the feeling of his warm skin against my nipples with the cold grass under me, sends shivers down my spine.
It's like the relief I've been craving for so long.
The feeling of safety in his arms, consuming me.
As emotion swirls, I reach for his jeans, desperate to feel him hard in my hands. Together we lower his pants and boxers, and the reality of what we're about to do washes over me, and nothing can stop this from happening. I won’t let anything or anyone get between us.
His mouth trails kisses down my stomach, his hand finding me soaked over my underwear while his lips find mine again and I moan into his kiss uncontrollably as his fingers part my underwear and plunges deeps inside me, exquisite torture, drawing pleasure but it's not enough.
Not even close, not even nearly close enough.
“Liam,” I gasp, reaching between us to find his cock, and his sheer size, the thickness resting in my palm, a pulsing extension of his soul, makes my mouth water.
When I thrust up, the pleasure spreading on his face, and hardening his cock even more, is everything.
I stroke him once, twice, feeling him throb in my grip.
“Fuck, baby, your hands on me…”
“Please, I need you inside me. Now.” I whimper.
His eyes, nearly black with desire, lock onto mine and he rips my underwear in one swift motion as I arch my back for him.
“I've wanted you so badly,” I whisper, guiding him to where I need him most.
He braces himself above me, moonlight silvering the sweat on his shoulders. The tip of him presses against my entrance, and I’m desperate for more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He meets my gaze. “Relax, Sara.”
For a suspended moment, we are both breathing hard, anticipation crackling between us like electricity. The head of his cock is gathering my wetness, teasing inch by inch, and my arousal is begging to rip through my core.
“Mine,” he growls against my throat, the vibration of his voice sending shivers through my entire body. The discipline in his movements betrays how desperately he's trying to hold himself back for me.
“Please,” I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper.
He pushes into me with slow, all while kissing me, consuming me with controlled thrusts, and the feeling of fullness, of completeness is so overwhelming that tears form in my eyes.
My breath catches and I gasp at the sudden, delicious stretch.
He slams into me, and my eyes roll back, pain ripping through me like lightning, sharp and unexpected.
“Sara—” His voice catches as he stills above me, filling me completely. His eyes widen with realization. “Is there going to be blood on my cock?”
I can't speak, I can’t breathe. My nails dig crescents into his shoulders as my body trembles from the pain and the most intense pleasure. The tears come without warning down my cheeks as vulnerable emotions wreck through me.
“You're—you've never—” Apprehension emerges in his eyes.
I nod, enveloping my arms around his neck, kissing him, closing my hips to feel our connection deeper; my first connection.
“Please, keep moving. Move Liam.” I cry, moan.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me you never had sex?” His tongue licks my teary cheek, and I place my finger against his mouth to quiet his thoughts.
“You’re not hurting me, it just feels really intense but so good, Liam. Please don’t stop. I need this, I need you.”
His eyes soften, a vulnerability crossing his features. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch so tender it makes my heart ache.
“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispers.
He carefully pulls back before pushing into me again, his gaze never leaving mine. The pain dulls as pleasure begins to build, radiating outward from where we're joined.
“That's it,” he murmurs, watching my face with such intensity that it’s like he's memorizing all of me. “You're taking me so well, Sara. So perfect.”
I whimper as my body adjusts to him with each careful thrust. My hands clutch at his back, feeling the muscles flex and ripple beneath my fingertips.
“Liam,” I gasp, unable to form coherent thoughts as he moves with more purpose. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, erasing the initial pain, replacing it with something erotic and all-consuming.
“Tell me how it feels,” he asks, his voice strained.
“So good,” I manage between gasps.
He captures my lips again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. I can feel him holding back, still afraid of hurting me, and I need more.
“I won't break,” I whisper against his mouth.
Something primal flashes in his eyes. He shifts, hitching my leg higher around his waist, changing the angle. The next thrust hits something inside me that makes me see stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There,” I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “God, right there. Oh my God, I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Me too, baby.” He draws back and drives forward again, angling his hips, and the head of him drags across a spot inside me that makes my body shudder.
A dark smile curves his lips as he strikes that spot again, deliberately.
My nails rake down his back and he ducks his head, takes my nipple between his lips, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp, and the dual sensation of his cock rolling deep and his mouth pulling at my breast sends pleasure spiraling through me in crashing, overlapping waves.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” he groans against my neck, his breath hot and ragged. “You were made for me.”
I feel myself clenching around him, drawing him deeper as if my body wants to keep him inside me forever, the relief that we’re finally giving in, propelling me into another universe.
“Fuck! Liam!” I kiss him urgently.
The feeling almost scares me at how it captures me, my whole being.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. When our eyes meet, something electric passes between us. “I want to see you when you come for me.”
I feel my body tightening, muscles quivering as something builds inside me. “But… but I don’t know what it feels like.” I manage the fragile words.
“Let go baby. Just let go,” he whispers, and a climactic wave rises higher than I thought possible at his words. His rhythm grows more urgent, his breathing ragged against my ear.
“Sara,” he growls, his voice strained with need. “I'm close. Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” I breathe, pulling him deeper with my legs wrapped around him. “Yes. Please come inside of me.”
His rhythm falters as he drives into me with renewed intensity, kissing me, biting me, and I cry out his name as my vision blurs and a wave of this unknown pleasure crashes over me.
My back arches off the grass, my body convulsing around him, and it steals my breath away as he grunts and hammers into me with long, hard thrusts, burying himself deep inside me one last time.
“Fuuckkk…”
I feel him pulsing, filling me with his warmth as he collapses against me, everything narrows to him, just us.
His forehead presses to mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I feel the wetness on my cheeks before I realize I'm crying.
Not from pain or regret, but from the overwhelming intensity of what we've shared. Something I've been running from for way too long, and then his arms tighten around me, a fortress I once would have fled, but now never want to leave.